She looks just like Josephine Robin from fourth grade. But older. She’s got the same bee stung movie star lips and Japanese anime eyes, except she doesn’t have that steely malevolence in her eyes. Something took her spark away, her eyes are oversize pools of sadness. And maybe a little crazy is mixed in there. Even though her clothes are clean and her hair is pulled back neatly, there are little signs she’s been on the streets for a while; the hair’s a little greasy and there’s grime around her knuckles and under her fingernails. Her sign says she’s just trying to get a bus ticket. I put the dollar into her hat with my left hand, and secretly believe that she is Josephine Robin and this is proof karma catches up with you.
8 min on the F train, 5.16.14
prompt sourced from Rules of Civility by Amor Towles
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